Luyện nghe bài hát Marron's Glance

We are we are confounded
We're of us in despair
we may not have the answers
But for sure we how we fare
For us dreamers all do
We only get one
And God those who stumble
In front of glance.

We are if not believers
And we all have our day
And for it may come quickly
And for go the same way
For he all
For all the to see
And to hell with Marron
he criticises me.

With your name on the hoardings
And your way up in lights
An' we're of the critic
For the moving finger
As he out the venom
we love him just the same
But the devil ya', Marron
When pen grows tired and tame.